Miles was tired. He'd tired of 'talking' to Quiggins (the guest in his dungeon), and he was trying hard to not fuck up his next step with Hooch. Time had got away on him, and he was running late. What he'd really like to be doing right now is having a drink down at the bar, not waiting to pick Liam up and take him home. Merlin, the responsibility was never ending. Had it really only been six months since he first started to look after Liam? This wasn't going to go away overnight, and he rubbed his hands over his face as he once again realised the enormity of being a father.
But after Liam's little 'adventures' at the Manor, he realised he needed to leave Liam with someone else for a change. The boy got so bored easily, and he seemed happy about the prospect of a day with Rosmerta.
Miles banged on the door, hoping that Liam was tired and sleepy and ready for bed. The last thing he wanted was for the boy to be hyped up and eager to play for a few more hours. "It's Miles," he called out, hoping Rosmerta wasn't stupid enough to answer her door to a complete stranger.